My eyes, so tiresome, start to close
Yet my mind already knows,
That it is time to be free
And let the dreams be a mystery,
In my weird and wonderful dream
It all can be strange and also seem,
Like being in a fantastic fairy land
It could even look boringly bland.
All my thoughts from the brighter day,
Could make all the dreams appear in a darker way.
I sometimes dream of a better place
Where there is less anger, but more grace
But my anonymous dreams must come to an ending
I wake up remembering a memory, which I was not intending.
I remember for a little bit
But then I just couldn't keep a grip
Never to know
From last nights dream show.
It will forever to be unknown
But a new dream awaits, to be shown.
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